"How do I look?" Draco asked, turning in the pair of dark blue robes he was trying on.
Harry blinked, licking his suddenly dry lips, staring at his lover, "You…look…uh." He muttered, unsure of what to say.
Draco had changed since fourth year; he was still quiet short for a guy, standing at 5'8 compared to Harry's own 5'11 and Tom's 6'2. His hair seemed to have lighten to a point where it almost looked a pale silver in the sunlight, his eyes were like liquid mercury, his lips were, beautifully pouted and his body, oh merlin his body…
Harry was shaken out of his thoughts, and fantasies by a small light voice.
"If, I do say so myself you look stunning."
Draco turned to see Pansy smiling at him, and let out a similar grin before wrapping her in a hug and swinging her around, "Pans!" He beamed, kissing her cheek, "How have you been?"
"Not as well as you have I see." She snickered.
"You're one to talk, you look amazing and it's only been two years." Draco muttered.
Harry eyed Pansy, remembering the girl he had briefly meant. She no longer looked like the 13 year old girl he remembered, in fact staring at her and Draco; one might think they were dating. He held in a scowl, as he watched his boyfriend talk to the pretty girl in front of him, it wouldn't do well to get jealous, but he couldn't help it.
"So, who is Mr. tall, dark, and handsome brooding standing behind you." She giggled.
"Oh, right I forgot, you two haven't properly met. Pans, this is Harry Potter, Harry this is Pansy Parkinson, the love of my life, doomed to spend the rest of her life in, Zabini's horrible clutches."
Harry forced a grin holding Pansy's hand in a tight grasp, smirking when she winced.
Pansy quirked an eyebrow at him, her lips curving into a little smile, before pulling Draco in for a tight hug and pecking his cheek.
"See you at school." She said, walking out of the shop.
"I don't like her." Harry mumbled.
"You don't like anybody, I like." Draco frowned.
"That's because, they're all after you!"
"Yeah right." Draco snorted, "Pansy is definitely after me, despite the fact that she's in love with Blaise Zabini." He let out a sigh, changing out of the robes he had on, walking out the shop.
"Draco, wait up!" Harry cried out chasing after him.
"No! Both you and Tom are always doing that. I get it your protective, but you can trust me. I'd never leave you guys." Draco said.
"There are so many people competing for your affections. It wouldn't be hard to just wake up and decide that you don't want us anymore." Harry said.
"Look, Harry you and Tom are just as amazing as I am, if not more. I worry about you two realizing I'm not worth the trouble and leaving me." Draco confessed.
"I'll never get tired of you." Harry said, pulling him closer.
"Yeah, and I'll always tolerate you." Draco smirked.
"Prat."
"Yet you love me anyway." Draco smiled, kissing him.
Harry merely moaned in agreement deepening the kiss.
"HARRY!" A high pitched voice cried out.
Harry pulled away only to be tackled in a death grip by a blur of brown hair.
"Oh, Harry! I was so worried!" Hermione cried hugging him.
"You got a lot of nerve Malfoy." Ron snarled brandishing his wand at him.
"What on earth, are you blabbering about this time Weasely?" Draco snarled, curling his lip.
"Don't play innocent." Ron glared.
"Seriously Ron, what are you talking about?" Harry asked.
"Don't worry, mate. Once we've dealt with Malfoy we'll get rid of whatever curse he put on you."
"What are you talking about I'm not under any curse. Besides he couldn't if he wanted to, I'm immune to the Imperious curse remember?" Harry said.
"Oh right," Ron muttered. "Sorry I guess."
"Dumbledore told us, that Malfoy had kidnapped you and returned you to Voldemort." Hermione said. "I'm just glad you're okay."
"Draco didn't kidnap me, besides he couldn't if he tried." Harry said ignoring Dracos protest.
"But then why would Dumbledore lie?" Ron asked.
"Ron, Dumbledore tried to kill us."
"What, Harry that doesn't make any sense. Look just come with us back to Hogwarts and-"
"Hermione listen to me. You know I have nothing to lie about."
"But if that's true why would Dumbledore try to kill you-"
Draco coughed glaring at Hermione, who rolled her eyes before continuing. "And Malfoy."
"The last task of the tri-wizard tournament, the trophy was a portkey." Harry started, "It transported me to a graveyard, Wormtail was there, he killed Cedric."
"I knew we should have crushed that rat when we had the chance." Ron hissed.
"He brought Draco into the clearing he was trying to make a ressurication ritual to bring Voldemort back."
"Harry did he-"
"He brought him back, but he made a mistake it became a bonding ritual instead."
"Mate," Ron whispered horrified.
Hermione being a muggle born merely frowned, "What's a bonding ritual?"
"It's the wizarding worlds marriage, except there are no divorces and when one spouse dies, most likely the other will too." Harry explained.
"No wonder Professor Dumbledore did what he did. With you alive Voldemort can't be killed." Hermione muttered.
"Mate what are you gonna do?" Ron asked.
"What are you talking about? It's obvious what he's going to do. You're going to turn yourself in right?" Hermione said.
"Of course not I don't want to die." Harry protested.
"But it's Voldemort-"
"I know who it is Hermione!" Harry cut off, "We've worked out an agreement."
"That's like selling your soul to the devil." She screeched, "What would your parents say."
"If they were my parents they'd be happy for me. Besides I need to stop living how my parents would have wanted me to and how I want to. They're dead. I love them but it's hard to make people who are dead proud."
Hermione glared, turning on her heel. "It's like I don't even know you anymore."
"Maybe you never did." Harry shrugged.
Ron let out a sigh before turning to Harry, "I've learned to trust you, more than I already did. If you say you've worked out an arrangement then you did. So what is it?" Ron said.
"He's not gonna go around killing muggleborns, half bloods, or blood traitors anymore. He was right though guys, muggles do pose a threat to us." He wanted to tell them his full plan but wasn't sure.
"Harry are you blind! Listen to yourself. Are you telling me that my parents are a danger to the wizarding world." Hermione screeched.
"Not your parents but think about it. The Dursleys kept me in a cupboard for 10 years because I was magical. Consider yourself lucky. For every one muggle that accepts us there's a million more that doesn't. What do you think would happen if they found out? They'd embrace at first but soon their jealousy would kick in, and they'd fear us and test on us to figure out why they don't have magic. Or maybe they hate us from the beginning experimenting on us. Voldemort has the right idea, he just went along it the wrong way." Harry explained.
"Ron can you believe this."
"Actually Hermione I can. Where do you think the hate of muggle borns and muggles comes from? They use to capture wizards and experiment on them or kill them just because they were different. Most purebloods don't hate muggles, they fear them because of what they did to their friends and families."
"You can't honestly believe they still act like that do you?" Hermione asked.
"I do, The Dursleys, Harry's own family locked him in a room and put bars on the window because he was a wizard. So yea I can believe it."
"But Harry-"
"And it's not just that. Do you know why the general wizarding population treats, werewolves, vampires and other magical creatures with such negativity. Because of muggle borns. I know there are muggle borns like you who think everyone should be treated with equality. But there are others who come here with stories like Red Riding Hood, Dracula and The Little Mermaid who have their own vision on how these magical creatures should act. It spreads Hermione."
"Yea, but purebloods are equally at fault."
"I know but can you blame them. When they don't hide their abilities, they watch as family members were murdered in front of them, just because they're different. I want the world to be safe for everybody Hermione not just muggleborns like Dumbledore intended."
"Oh, really so how would you that?"
"All muggleborns would have to take a course on pureblood traditions, and polices and the purebloods vice-versa fro the muggles."
"Professor, Dumbledore won't agree to that." Hermione said.
"I don't give a damn what Dumbledore thinks he tried to kill me! All for the greater good. It was always for the greater good. Everything, he'd been stringing me along this whole time like I was his little puppet!" Harry shouted. "Hermione, you're either with me or your not." He finished in a softer tone.
"I'm sorry Harry, I just.." She trailed off, turning from him again.
"I understand, Ron?"
"I'm with ya, all the way mate. The whole Weasley family is and we always will be. I still don't trust Malfoy or you-know-who." Ron said shivering, "But if you say they're alright, then I guess, but are you absolutely sure about you-know-who?"
"Not completely, but he can't kill me without dying himself, and if he hurts anybody I care about, then I kill myself and it's a done deal."
Ron nodded, looking a little worse for wear, when Draco piped up. "Now that, that's done, can we go now?"
"That reminds me." Ron said, "Why the heck were you locking lips with ferret face!"
"Now you remember?" Draco muttered, ignoring the glare Harry shot at him.